Your loveliness grabs hold of my pen
Each time I take a seat at this lonesome desk
It used to be a cozy place
Full-on literature of love
But now
I let your memories compose my poems
Every new line
A failed attempt to mend
Funny
You were the one who offered me this world
A place to displace all my misery
Strange
How a simple poem
Can be an occult river
For you to forfeit all your pain into...